We're you the choose one,
Whom entitled to the end of mine,
Or perhaps were you the second one
Whom shall I go to when the days unwind.
Speak, and we shall know,
Of the sorrow beneath its glow,
Light up by the mesmerising stare,
My valiance is something to dare.
Speaking of the truth,
Destiny may contemplate,
We shall beam to the confused,
And deceive the ugly of fate.
You and I, were the ocean and the sea,
Separated in its living,
Pulled by the tides,
Moisten each other surfaces on the brights,
Forever, you will be the undecided.
—AF
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From The Diary of Heart: Magnificent Us
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